(Jerry Chesnut)
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I play an old piano from nine till a half past one
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Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have fun
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Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor
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Mercy, look what just walked through that door
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Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E
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What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?
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Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
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Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
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Told me not to stare 'cause it was impolite
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And did the best she could to try to raise me right
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But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U
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Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too
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Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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Well, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others
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But too much something' and not enough another
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You've got it all together like a lovin' machine
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Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream
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Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U
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Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too
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Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka pokey bait,
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The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate
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Reminding them of everything they never gonna be
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Maybe the beginning of the World War III
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Oh, the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U
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Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too
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Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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Trouble
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Elvis Presley |